Lyrics:
by chance
Now that these records are made
Tell me what it's like for you when you hear the record played?
Hm - dynamic, like one gigantic planet
Daily]
Now Daily pull up to the spot, at 12 o'clock on the dot
Looking for a chickenhead, bopper to bop
Twenty inches spinning slow, as I crawl in
kid.
Started playing toy piano
Practiced morning, noon and night
Got a gig and stole the show
Hobby was a virtuoso.
Now he's playing bop jazz
A debussy
a four-by-four
Realize sucka, I be the comin' like Noah
Always simmer you down, perpetratin'
Facadin' what you consider a image
To me this is just
that you with and come
clean like ダスキン
I'll make your life LOVELY
毎日祭り
毎日Academy Aword 作品
MUST BE それで nuthin
less so PLEASE
Highschoolなノリで Be-Bop
like
the stars
And I find it mighty bizarre
Like that fat tub of lard from D12
How do you like my new car?
This shit's a fucking V12
Windows roll up by
a real nigga
Educated in the streets, so I'm clicked up with killas
Dougo, Rocko, Jay'Ton and By-Bo
In the air like hydro, they know
We so toed,
like a bitch, get smacked by your pimp
Your steelo's undercover, corny on the real brother
Keep that mop down, just like your album sound
You flop,
concern me
(The triple gold frame) walk with the bop gun cat name (Fame)
Must maintain, now I was raised in my (days)
On, BDP, Rakim and The Juice
yard
Singing Holy Mount Zion, Holy Mount Zion
Jah sitteth in Mount Zion and rules all creation
Yeah, we're jammin'
Bop-chu-wa-wa-wa
We're jammin'
I
smoker, 'fore smoke
As I swerve by the curb on some herb gettin' smoked
Hittin' 16 switches is the life
While your girl send you to players anonymous,
and bop while I stroll with my weapon cocked
The hill that's real, we kill at will
Clack-clack, clack-clack, clack-clack
Mad guns in your grill in
B-bop Watts, city stones and the skylines.
Don't say 'cause, 'cause Blood, this is Piru all the time.
[Young Malcolm]
Piruuuuu loooove.
a four-by-four
Realize sucka, I be the comin' like Noah
Always simmer you down, perpetratin'
Facadin' what you consider a image
To me this is just
I'm back, cating a soljah flex
Bop down with my Avirex
As I wreck, check, recollect in full effect
Along with a phat chain round my neck
This ya boy, DLOW
Bop king
And I'm 'bout to get with something new for y'all (turn up)
Know everybody dance, they do their thing (turn up)
But
in the New York rhyme
Better kiss that ass goodbye, when I'm passin' by
With plastic nines to blast your eyes, right, what, nigga?
You can kiss your
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
I keep my game on face when I'm riding on chops
Straight gorilla pimp don't even wave to the bops
Lookin' like a snail crawlin' slow
just so we can get some Ciroc
Ate Corn Flakes, no Fruity Pebbles and Pops
Got chased by the stray dogs when I fled though the block
Bought a 50-cent
when you wrong
Say you gon' ride through the hood and blow your chromes
But you just bop through the hood and blow your horn
If my death is anything
Tried to pawn a remote control as a motorola
Got it beat bop pubu pull lip and tug
Pooky and snoop-snoop and some other thug
Blacked out in the crack
ghosts?) (Guantanamo Bay)
Guantanamo Bay (Guantanamo Bay)
And so ends all
Romantic notions
Discard due process
And redesign justice
Detained by decree
If you wanna love me,
Don't wanna see you with other girls
If you wanna make it
You simply have to play by the rules
[Chorus:]
Come now take it
romantic I never took a lesson in my life
Some folks no everything from A to Z
I'm sure I couldn't be that smart
But when it comes to loving that's for me
I
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